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AYLMER’S FIELD.
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Is this a time to madden madness then?Was this a time for these to flaunt their pride? May Pharaoh's darkness, folds as dense as those Which hid the Holiest from the people's eyesEre the great death, shroud this great sin from all! Doubtless our narrow world must canvass it:O rather pray for those and pity them,Who thro' their own desire accomplish'd bring Their own gray hairs with sorrow to the grave— Who broke the bond which they desired to break, Which else had link'd their race with times to come— Who wove coarse webs to snare her purity,Grossly contriving their dear daughter's good— Poor souls, and knew not what they did, but sat Ignorant, devising their own daughter's death! May not that earthly chastisement suffice?Have not our love and reverence left them bare? Will not another take their heritage?Will there be children's laughter in their hallFor ever and for ever, or one stone
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